ADAM AT THE TREE OF LIFE
A suit pends between
Apple and The Eden Group.
CEO Eve is suing the tech giant
for using her bitten apple as a logo
without her permission,
a symbol that is now iconic.
The suit goes before the Supreme Court in June
and could yield the Eden Group ten billion dollars,
an amount the U.S. government spent in one week
fighting the war in Iraq.
– for Sarah, Lou and Isabelle
She is as tuned to her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter
as a professional musician is to her violin.
Her soft notes, the same sounds more urgent,
knowing each meaning for her child’s cacophony of cries.
This mother doesn’t even gaze at the music;
her heart knows the parent-child score.
Now there’s a twenty-nine week old boy on the way
who’s the length and weight of a butternut squash
but I prefer the days when his size was referred to
as A raspberry, A small lime, A peach.
When this baby is born,
he will lose his fruit and vegetable status,
become William, Pablo, Amari, Tzi,
inscribed in the Book of Life.
As my granddaughter leaves the bathroom
on her father’s shoulders, she sings:
You’re a good man, Daddy,
sending this man to the moon.
Hello to the Isabelle fairies:
the cuddle fairy,
the GOT IT! independence day fairy,
the full moon fairy who wants what she wants,
the wisdom fairy who paints like life
up and down, up and down,
the compassionate fairy who nurses Elmo’s boo-boos,
the mischief fairy twirling ‘til she’s Izzy dizzy to avoid bedtime,
the sky blue scribble fairy, the color of creativity,
the divine giggle fairy,
the wonder fairy who stuns us.
-Appeared on YourDailyPoem.com on 28 Aug 2016
LIFE AFTER LIFE
This man lived the last years of his life in exclamation points.
This man called those fourteen years a second life.
This is a man who after colon cancer surgery, swung between a wheelchair and a bed.
This seventy-one year old man broke with his creative past inaugurating what he called painting with scissors.
This man’s assistants prepared brightly colored paper for their master to cut into, and after Matisse finished, they’d pin them all over his room.
This man worked years not knowing or caring what these cut outs would be.
This man said about the collages, As I am obliged to remain often in bed because of the state of my health, I have made a little garden around me…there are leaves, fruits, a bird.
This man took six years to compile a book of dancing cut outs titled Jazz, based on the chromatic and rhythmic improvisation of the music he loved.
This exclamation point man said, Only what I created after the illness is my real self.
This man believed it a privilege to grow old.
THE QUEEN OF MODERN DANCE
THE TEMPLE OF THE PELVIC TRUTH